So a few years ago we needed a new microwave. The one that my husband picked out talks.
Yes, the microwave talks. It’s a lady microwave. A lady-wave.
She says things like cooking finished and cooking started. As long as we’ve had this lady-wave, we barely ever hear her talk….because I hate it.
I hate it so much more than that annoying beeping. Let’s face it, it’s pretty creepy.
If ever the power goes out, she resets herself to talking mode. She’s smart. I hate it. It’s so weird. But, I tell you, he really wanted the talking microwave…even though we never let her speak.
The lovelies quite like it though.